He points up. I look up the three levels to the master suite to see a woman with two hands on the glass being fucked from behind . . . by Basil.
“What the hell?”
“Attaboy.” Christopher laughs. “Go guard the stairs.”
“I am not guarding the fucking stairs while Basil fucks a stripper.”
“Do you want me to?” He raises his eyebrow playfully.
“No,” I snap. “I’ll go. Stop breaking people’s toes.”
1:00 a.m.
We wave as the men amble up the boardwalk back at the dock. They ended up all leaving in search of a club. They’re singing arm in arm and making a hell of a racket as they disappear into the darkness.
“It was a pleasure to meet you, Hayden,” Mr. Masters says.
“Likewise.” I smile.
His eyes twinkle with mischief. “Maybe we’ll meet again one day.”
“You never know.” I smile.
I will never see this man again in my life.
Christopher shakes his hand and says something under his breath, and they chuckle.
I don’t know what it is with these two. They seem to have a lot of private jokes for having just met.
He steps onto the dock and follows the others up the boardwalk.
Thank god. I don’t know how much more I could take.
We all fall to sit down, utterly exhausted. “Fucking hell, that was hectic,” Bodie sighs.
“Best night of my life,” Basil says.
“She loved it, Baz.” Christopher slaps him on the back.
Basil smiles proudly, clearly feeling ten feet tall.
We sit in silence for a while, too tired to even speak. “Will you look at this place?”
We look around at the trashed luxury yacht.
“That was a raging success.” Captain Mark smiles as he comes down the stairs. “Well done, guys.” He claps his hands as if he has all the energy in the world. “A quick cleanup, and we can all retire to bed.” He disappears up the stairs in the best mood ever.
Christopher’s shoulders slump. He looks like he just ran a marathon or something. “Thank fucking god that’s over,” he mutters under his breath.
There will be nothing quick about this cleanup. It’s a disaster.
June
Croatia
The sound of the ocean gently laps on the sand as Christopher and I walk hand in hand through the edge of the water. It’s midnight, and while the others are all still at the club partying, we’ve come for a walk to be alone.
It’s happening a lot lately: preferring to stay in or go out to dinner than to party with everyone else.
We’ve been in Croatia for a week now, and I cannot believe just how beautiful this big wide world of ours is.
“Do you know what tomorrow is?” Christopher asks me.
“Wednesday?”
He takes me into his arms. “Tomorrow we’ve been together for three months.”
My eyes widen. “It’s our anniversary?”
“Monthaversary . . .” He shrugs. “Is that a thing?”
I smile up at my beautiful man. “It is now.”
“The happiest three months of my life, Grumps.” His lips take mine, and as the moonlight bounces off the water, I know I’m in heaven.